Seeker of Wisdom

Howling like a distant train above the sky,

Through naked branches the cruel wind must fly.

It hurls crisp leaves into the deepest black,

Striking cold sidewalk with clickety clack.

A pack of dogs dancing on their long claws,

Clickety clack when the bitter wind pause.

Damp leaves matted layers against the stone wall,

A wet dog cower’ng at the close of fall.

Shadows among dark clouds and wind raging

Growling gale warns of winter approaching.